“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

9.18.2009

Rain. Puddle. White.

White puddle.

I am falling quite in love with the camera on my phone, the softness of the images, the ease of point and shoot, that no-thinking beyond the image you see. Very painterly. Very much the way my mind moves with a paintbrush in my hand, just doing it, just moving with no thought, no thought. Those little moments I say yes to without knowing I am saying yes because there is no thought, just the movement, the connection between hand and mind silent but knowing. The image from this camera moves to Photoshop and the moment continues, there seems to be no break, no distance between the moment of seeing, of shooting, of continuing that art process, that painter's process. The image above is a rain puddle next to the parking area here at work - the white was only in this puddle. Paint? Milk? No way to know, but I saw it as soon as I parked and stood on the broken down street edge to take pictures.

Stefanie - I left a message on your blog, but remembered your questions incorrectly. :) So I will add a bit here. Yes, the banner & new design were a direct result of Unravelling - advice from Susannah and others actually - one person in particular.

I metioned in my message to you that I just emailed my images to myself, but I have no idea if or how much extra that costs - I never paid any attention. Perhaps I should check! :)

Pixie - It is very surreal already. I just loved it. It is already gone, like a Buddhist sand painting. Art is not eternal.

Suvarna - Without thinking is the best way to go, I think. Wait . . . :)

Graciel - When I first read your comment, I thought you asked if we were being pulled by the same star and I had to shake my head a bit & re-read what you actually said. But I think that invisible force is a star; I know that feeling you describe. I visit your blog and there I am. Standing in a puddle, but there nonetheless. :)